Beastmaster of the Ages

Even though the bodies of the ancient Dragon Imperials were no longer able to move, there wasn't a hint of regret in their eyes. The many dragonsouls of origin had fulfilled their task and left their bodies to return to the Primodragon Cave, possibly going back into the plane of origin. Eventually, all hundred thousand Dragon Imperials fell, having already contributed more than enough. By now, the alliance had joined the fight and were at a huge advantage. They had come back from the dead with the last of their power to protect their home and descendants, something that would never be forgotten. Many from the Ninedragon Army teared up at the sight of their departure.

"Kill!" The battlefield was still filled with chaotic noise.

"Look at Li Tianming!" Everyone turned their heads up to the heart of the nova source giant. Tianming was transforming it into something that inspired even more despair among enemy ranks. He first split each of his ten gigantic godswords into a thousand, yet each fragment was larger than a normal totem. It was his totemic calamity, Myriadsword Providence. Even though the individual smaller swords weren't as strong as their combined form, they were incredibly effective at culling numbers.

"Go!" He channeled all of the nova source in his body into the sword fragments. The more the giant shrank, the more exposed Tianming was, but at the same time, even more nova source was divided up among his totem fragments until there were a million of them in total. He had used all the power he had for that, which was apparent from his pale face and slightly unstable movements. The sea of giant swords hanging in the sky was yet another nightmare the celestial orderians had to face. One look at the million blades above caused them to panic. They had thought that the nightmare was starting to end with the loss of the Dragon Imperials, yet now something else was threatening to kill them.

"Die!" Tianming closed his eyes, thinking of Yang Ce, Long Wanying, the two fallen Dragon Imperials, the five million fallen troops from the Ninedragon Army, and how they had been pushed to the brink. The time for payback had come.

A million gigantic swords fell like rain, plunging into the heads of many celestial orderians, tearing directly through their totems and piercing straight into their bodies. A million of them died in an instant. Then the nova source swords continued sweeping through the crowd. Each attack depleted some of their energy, causing them to shrink, but that was already enough. Tianming had used up all of the energy he'd gained from the Ninedragon Emperor and had returned to normal. Even so, his last attack was easily the most devastating and the allies from the Myriad Solar Sects guffawed at the sight. They knew this wasn't Tianming's own power, but rather the hidden might of the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect.

The casualties of the celestial orderians skyrocketed, leaving no more than a few hundred smaller groups to resist. It was only a matter of time before they were entirely swallowed up. By the time Tianming's giant had run out of energy, the celestial orderians had lost at least forty million, eight times the Ninedragon Army's casualties! Not to mention, complete annihilation wasn't out of the question either; it was only a matter of time.

Cries of agony continued intensifying. The celestial orderians that remained were trying to escape, only to be slaughtered in their panic. No matter where they went in the formation, death was their only end. For such a once proud race to be reduced to such a state wasn't something that anyone would believe without seeing it with their own eyes. As Tianming looked across the battlefield, he saw tens of millions of corpses, a sight that shook even him. This was something that had changed his worldview. He came to understand that this was what a war on the scale of an entire star looked like. He couldn't even find the words to comment on it.

Needless to say, the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect and Myriad Solar Sects had obtained an unprecedented victory. The death of all those celestial orderians said as much. This would be a huge chronicle in the history of Orderia, something people would learn of for the millions of years to come. The few million celestial orderians that managed to escape wouldn't be alive for long. Their deaths were only a matter of time—after all, celestial orderians never surrendered, even though they could potentially survive by doing so. Yet choosing to fight was just as good as suicide, so many of them did just that. The battle had completely crushed their spirits to the point that they would rather end their own lives than let the enemies take them.

Tianming had already contributed a lot and could step out of the limelight. The battle had reached its final stage: a complete feast of blood. Those that held the advantage slaughtered with abandon, yet none of them were happy when it came to the war. There were no winners in war; it was a matter of who lost less. Even the Ninedragon Army would suffer from the consequences of this battle for ages to come.

The wind carried the smell of blood all across the Myriaddragon Mountains. They had finally won and Tianming could finally relax. He felt rather weak, having used up all of his energy. Breathing heavily, he looked around the battlefield for his lifebound beasts. It seemed like they had also used up the energy they'd gotten from the dragonsouls of origin.

"Thankfully I acted swiftly and decisively enough. The sun emperor must've chosen this time to go to the Xuanyu Continent because of something related to Li Wushuang. Had it not been for her decision to kill the youths at the Dragonbound Valley, the celestial orderians wouldn't have suffered such a huge loss!"

It was a race against time, and the sun emperor had lost. Ying Huo and the rest returned to Tianming's lifebound space. "Where's Xian Xian?" Tianming asked.

"I'm here, Little Li. Come, quickly!" Xian Xian cried.